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Born under two stars / blue storm
womb eater / man and woman
Lady Ash / Lord of Rainhome
grown sainted / by god-swift bow
sword of paper / metal pen
clouds ripe with / mouths grinning wide
heaven places / heavy hopes
Breastplate lacquered / lips gone chapped
she writes a letter / "Whether
it reach you, lover, / read like
I whisper to / your wide hips
and our hands pick / hot flowers
from silken groves / grip this ode
as if my words / were woman."
"I will return / in raw heat
to suck nectar / your sweet flecks
of sweat, your mouth / my bounty
I gasp here / passion grows high
I can feel your touch / take me
skin burning with / bright yearnings
for pleasures / we could yet play."